Panic, patience, a widower’s pain become
Cruelty’ callous, a child of chaos he bore
To a god, he grieves, to a deity he dips
His heart heaped with
hopelessness held
Tears, timing, these a
fool may tame
Fears, folly, a fate
that ruins his fame
Offscouring, offspring, off-screen must off-take
Tis shame shared, on shrinking shoulders shelved
A wish will wane, a
faith could fade
Duty done, are not deed delayed
Rid a rogue of his rotten right, and a rascal’s rot without
a rate
Bravery born on broken backbone we just but bear
Tis his folly alas we break
For our weakness our strength is tried
In us once a triumph found
A tyrant’s back is
bent for life
